Alice Monologue

There was once a young woman named Alice who lived with her family in a small cabin in the woods. No one ever came to visit them, as they lived far away from the nearest town and seldom made friends. However, one day their situation changed dramatically. Alice was looking out the window wistfully when she saw a cloud of dust approaching on the road far off in the distance. A rider was approaching, their steed kicking dirt everywhere as it raced directly towards her across the rough soil. Soon the horse and the man riding had arrived at their doorstep. The man was short and stumpy, with brown hair and a long beard. He was wearing the clothing of a messenger, made of simple linens and worn with age. It was the last thing Alice saw before she …show more content…
To go from living in squalor to such elegance was unheard of. Her first time meeting her new husband was for the wedding, a small rushed affair in a tiny chapel. He acted bored, as if he had done it many times before. This made Alice slightly apprehensive, but her worries were wiped away once she saw where she would be living. It was a rustic manor, four stories tall and built of dark hardwood, with gilded ornaments crammed wherever they could fit. Bottles of wine lined the walls of the first floor, as if the entire residence was one gigantic wine cellar. Alice was allowed to drink her fill, although her husband warned her to never drink from the red wine on the top shelf, as that was his special vintage and was to be reserved for special …show more content…
It had the thickness of maple syrup and a disgustingly strong metallic taste. Before she could stop herself, she flinched and the bottle slipped between her fingers and shattered on the floor beneath her feet. The sound pierced through the dead silence of the night, and she was sure that it had woken up her husband in his slumber. Her ears strained for the sound of footsteps racing down the stairs, or perhaps a door creaking open, but they were met with nothing but the sound of chirping crickets and blowing wind. Alice breathed a sigh of relief, but as quickly as her fears had faded they were replaced by the realization that the liquid now spilled on the hardwood floor around her was not wine, but